Monday, June 14, 2010

No place like home

This is Ponce de Leon Inlet Light, tallest in Florida. Each lighthouse has a different look and different flash. This is the glorious red one, the light pattern is six flashes in a fifteen second period followed by a fifteen-second eclipse.

Rachel and I climbed to the top on the gorgeous iron stairway for $5 each. Looking up was harder for me than looking down.

I took off the supplementary oxygen for the picture.

What a view.

Our support crew, Deb and JoAnn, stayed way, way down there.

The grounds have more charm that most places today. I guess some modern beach houses approach this, maybe some...

Thanks,Terry

P.S. If you are in the neighborhood, you might meet Santa Larry from the Palm Tree Santas; they don't get much friendlier.

7 comments:

Terry, I loved this post so much! But I am concerned about your supplemental oxygen.

When I was a child growing up in the lowcountry I spent a lot of time at the top of a lighthouse. I went back to that lighthouse as an adult and couldn't believe how different it all was for me. I actually held onto the railing for dear life when the wind gusted, something I never did as a child.

I love light houses! Although the height makes me a little dizzy now that I'm not 25. How I do love checked floors - you are so thoughtful to remember that! That photo looking up is amazing.Thanks Terry.

Love the stairwell photos...have always loved angles like that. Oddly enough, as a child I was fearful of heights, but that has greatly dissipated in adulthood. I knew for sure my fear of heights was gone when I leaned excessively far out of a 55th floor window in the Chrysler Building in NYC to snap a shot of the chrome on the building. Your trip looks like it was great fun!